Luyện nghe bài hát Kaw-liga

Kaw-Liga was a Indian
Standin' over by the
Fell in love with a maid
Over in the store

Kaw-Liga, ooh
Standin' there, never let it show
She ever answer, yes or no

And he always wore his Sunday
And carried his old black
Maiden wore her and braids
An hoped someday he'd

Kaw-Liga, ooh
Standin' there, never show a sign
'Cause his heart is of knotty pine

Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, you ain't never got a
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, you don't know what you miss
Is it any wonder that face is red?
Kaw-Liga, you poor old wooden

was a lonely Indian
Never went
Heart was set on the maid
Wearin' the long, black

Kaw-Liga, ooh
Standin' there, don't never a sign
'Cause his heart was made of knotty

And one day, a wealthy customer
the Indian maid
Took her oh so far
And ol' Kaw-Liga

Kaw-Liga, ooh
there, as lonesome as can be
Ah, just wishin' he were still an ol' tree

Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, you just ain't had no kissin'
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, hoss, you don't know what you're
Is it any wonder, that your face is
Kaw-Liga, you poor, ol' wooden

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